Forgetting past eons, listening to echoes of tomorrow,
with eyes on the future.
Standing for recriminations no longer happening, as
slates are wiped clean for new destinies in another
land of peaceful contentment.
Reaching into depths of abysses, seeing blank looks
from seething whirlpools of non-education.
Relying on footprints disappearing from the sand,
relentlessly holding on to threads of hope, while
living a silent existence, forgetting past eons and
listening to echoes of tomorrow, eyes now on the
future - education on the horizon of heaven.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-of-tomorrow/
